WITCH / CRAFT

ACTIVITY STATUS: Highly active DISCORD: witch/craft #8015 an independent roleplay for the greek goddess Hecate. Mythos divergent. Mature writing and themes will be present.

[ofmortuus-blog]

a is spilling some tea today. because she’s peeved. yeah. thats right. i’m fuckin peeved.

 i hate it when someone says ur degree isn’t a ‘real’ degree because it’s an arts degree. how about u go fuck urself, instead of trying to make others feel inadequate just because you’re insecure about your lack of achievements. ps: yes, theatre is a real degree. yes, you can shut your flapping pie hole. 

[polaris-eclipse]

[zombleedsarchived-deactivated20]

──── HECATE.

    gone, gone, gone–shit, fuck, a fucking goner. Her mind was a twisting maze of words and curses. Magic that was trapped under dull alabaster; magic that would NEVER come back. Nails that were curling and pushing a body off of her that was  h u n g r y  to take what was ever left under that flesh. For a split second, Cate WANTED it to.  Coward. You fucking coward.

    Then, it went  l i m p .

    The dead was once again, dead, and someone else was HERE – standing over her like a bloody  s a v i o r . She could’ve handled this years ago. She SHOULD’VE handled this. Maybe should’ve even died with the rest of her kin. But that was part of it right? Doomed to  e x i s t . Like the body isn’t her own, Cate reaches for her dagger, because fuck she needs to MOVE. 

     “I know how it fucking works.” Believe me, she did. Oh if brown eyes over here even knew the half of it. Lips are dry as her tongue runs over them; “Thanks for the assist.” Rescue. Lets call it what it is. 

note to self: stop saving people. let that heart dry right up or else you’re gonna have more nutjobs like this one to deal with. —– brow rises and he shrugs. sure. play it off as something lesser than what he’d done. he saved her life and now wonders if he’ll regret it sooner or later.

❝   yup. anytime.   ❞

he keeps his distance. knows he has the appropriate weapons in case she’s lying. if she’s bit, it’ll show. so he watches her; studying her like she’s some important figure that’s gonna be mentioned in some damn test. —– because he can’t leave without knowing for sure. there’s no way in hell he’s about to let another person turn.

❝   you gotta name, lady? maybe some people missing you?   ❞

[ofmortuus-blog]

     p e o p l e . People had people, right? Hecate wasn’t really sure if she was one -- a PERSON, that is. Sure, maybe technically, but that wasn’t the fucking point. It was different, it was  e m p t y . When you live your whole life for revenge, just to finally get it and watch it slip away through your fingers; it doesn’t end up tasting as sweet as you thought it would. 

    So, what could she possibly say? I’m alone. I’ve always been alone, and now I’m terrified I’m going to die alone. Or, how about, all of this is my fault. Instead of going with anything damn near close thoughts of confession or guilt, she AVOIDS: 

     “Used to have people, don’t anymore. I go by Cate. Just... Cate.” There’s a pause. That much was, in fact true. “You?” 

[ofmortuus-blog]

❝ can’t wait to watch you limp around tomorrow. ❞ lmfao shhh

smutty sentence starters | HIGHLY ACCEPTING 

@zombleeds

   The minx is  l a u g h i n g  AT him, if that isn’t already painfully obvious – she’s baiting him. Why? Because Diego makes it so EASY to pull a reaction. Oh and it’s so  d e l i c i o u s  when she gets the one she’s looking for. Trouble, trouble. 

    “You talk of big game, but the real question is.. do you PACK big game?” 

[memes4rp]

✗smutty sentence starters

❝ you’ve been so bad, baby. wanted to be treated like that too, huh? ❞ ❝ you taste so good. ❞ ❝ i’m not done with you yet. ❞ ❝ you’re going to cum for me now. ❞ ❝ c'mon, you can do better than that. ❞ ❝ no, no. keep your clothes on. ❞ ❝ suck on my fingers. ❞ ❝ keep your hands above your head. ❞ ❝ can’t wait to watch you limp around tomorrow. ❞ ❝ i can have you any way, anytime. ❞ ❝ you want this cock so much, don’t you? ❞ ❝ that’s for acting like a fucking brat the whole day. ❞ ❝ give me three good reasons as to why i should fuck you. ❞ ❝ what do you think i’m going to do with this? ❞ ❝ let’s see how many times i can make you come. ❞ ❝ don’t you want to put on a show for everyone? ❞  ❝ let’s put that pretty belt/tie/etc to good use. ❞  ❝ i want you to look into my eyes as you come, understand? ❞

[chalceus-a]

ofmortuus‌:

   “Now I doubt you would want to get those hands DIRTY over little old  m e .” Hecate practically purrs as if she was some type of soft fucking creature. Getting your hands on someones steel versus someones throat was a very different type of  h a n d i w o r k . Luckily, she had more experience with the latter, or he’d be out of a gig. 

    “I might just have to borrow it sometime. I’m sure you won’t mind.” Ah – there it is; that little shit grin. A few faces flashed through that wicked little mind. Hera, for one. That bitch had a face worth beating in. 

            wouldn’t mind —- out of all the weapons that lined his halls, that is what she wanted to use? hephaestus hummed slightly. he didn’t answer her right away, instead, his eyes traveled over his works, finally settling on something he deemed much more suitable for her … needs.  ❝  no. this — this is something you can borrow.  ❞   easily, he swung the parade mace easily in his hand.   ❝   this would be much better for something like that.  ❞

[ofmortuus-blog]

    Like a fucking kid in a candy store, emerald eyes  g l i m m e r . Yeah, if kids were interested in sharp objects and goodies meant for bludgeoning -- then sure, Hecate was acting like a CHILD practically seeping with intrigue. “If I wasn’t too busy  s w o o n i n g  over your craftsmanship, I’d assume you’re just looking to get me into trouble.” Not that she needed help in that department.

    The mallet was put down to put full attention on the mace in his grip -- which, he expertly maneuvered. Not that she was surprised. “Resorted to showing off? You must not get many  f r i e n d s  down here,”

[great-tweets]

[puerdeosa]

                           ‘        I AM A GODDESS    not   a   cavewoman…   i   know   that   urban   dictionary   exists.        ’          and   she   did   not   like   it,   the   information   was   useless   ! !   

          OPEN.          (     athena     )

[ofmortuus-blog]

   “And you wonder why everyone calls you the  b o r i n g  GODDESS.” Now she’s just being a little shit. Cue the asshole grin. 

[ofmortuus-blog]

    There is a distinct  t a s t e  in the air when it comes to the children of the divine. OLYMPIAN SPAWN specifically -- a kind of sweetness that isn’t human and isn’t  g o d  either. It causes the witch to rear that maniacal little head. 

    “Wandered out from daddy’s watchful  w i n g ?” There’s a slight mockery to her drawl. Dangerous thing, to catch the eye of the Goddess of Necromancy and the Crossroads. Now, what in the fuck was HE doing in her shop? Green eyes shifted in a glance. No secret here how much she  d e t e s t s  coming in contact with Olympians -- half breed or not. 

                                        a starter for @battlemyth

[ohisms-a]

    when  all  is  said  is  done ,   YOU’LL  BELIEVE  GOD  IS  A  WOMAN.

[blond-shell]

[ofmortuus-blog]

"you're kinda two-thousand and late on the whole emo phase. you do realize this, right?"

    “Where’d you get that reference, a black eyed peas album? You’re just PEEVED I look so cute in fingerless gloves.”

@zombleeds our children are trash

[justrpmemesandmusings]

Send "Is that my shirt?" for your muse finding mine in your muse's shirt

[ferrisbueller]

[ofmortuus-blog]

@slaeys

[rpmusings-galore]

                                               if love is only doomed

                                           then carve me an epitaph 

                                            and pull me close, again

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──── HECATE.

    the end of  l i f e  as we know it. 

                           thats what you wanted. you hated them. now, you are them.

     The stench of rot and d e c a y  is a thick perfume in the air; choking at inflamed lungs and constricted airways. There is a kind of human PANIC that surges through her. Such an unfamiliar emotion; to be  s c a r e d – to be inches away from  d e a t h  i t s e l f .

     It’s hands are on her, clawing at shoulders as she too, thrashes against the undead. It doesn’t even KNOW her; recognize the very  g o d d e s s  that created IT. In the reflection of it’s milky eyes, Cate didn’t even know herself either. A free hand stretched out to try and  g r a b  the knife that had scuttled across the floor in her struggle. 

                                      a starter for @zombleeds

too good a heart sometimes. he hates it. there are times when he can just turn it all off; allow himself a blind moment, usually correlating with anger that leads to violence. but seeing a woman being attacked by the undead is not a time for him to clam up and ignore the goodness that remained within. —– despite wishing he could keep on his own way, there’s a low growl emitting from him before he grasps onto the handle of his preferred tool. climbing axe spun once and with brute force, penetrates through the ear of the snarling creature that turns silent and limp the moment brain is damaged. Diego pulls the body off; steps on its back to retract his axe.

❝   you bit?   ❞ he asks while turning to face her. honestly, he expects her to lie. seen things like this happen too often. people would rather live in denial and risk other’s lives than ‘fess up.

❝   'cause you know, any bite or deep enough scratches…   ❞ why the hell is he even explaining this shit to anyone? world’s been like this long enough.

[ofmortuus-blog]

    gone, gone, gone--shit, fuck, a fucking goner. Her mind was a twisting maze of words and curses. Magic that was trapped under dull alabaster; magic that would NEVER come back. Nails that were curling and pushing a body off of her that was  h u n g r y  to take what was ever left under that flesh. For a split second, Cate WANTED it to.  Coward. You fucking coward.

    Then, it went  l i m p .

    The dead was once again, dead, and someone else was HERE -- standing over her like a bloody  s a v i o r . She could’ve handled this years ago. She SHOULD’VE handled this. Maybe should’ve even died with the rest of her kin. But that was part of it right? Doomed to  e x i s t . Like the body isn’t her own, Cate reaches for her dagger, because fuck she needs to MOVE. 

     “I know how it fucking works.” Believe me, she did. Oh if brown eyes over here even knew the half of it. Lips are dry as her tongue runs over them; “Thanks for the assist.” Rescue. Lets call it what it is. 

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                                  ‘  got  a  minute? ’    even  if  she  didn’t  his  magic  would  be  more  than  willing  to  send  time  askew  just  to  spend  time  with  her.           @ofmortuus  

[ofmortuus-blog]

      “I’m willing to SPARE a few,” more than a few. Time wasn’t a concern to the  g o d d e s s , let alone when it came to him. “You look like you have something on your mind.”